Chapter 1: Introduction
Giovanna, in her mid-twenties, found herself standing in the desolate courtyard of the abandoned psychiatric hospital. The night sky was clean and the full moon was illuminating the eerie building, casting an ominous shadow that seemed to stretch out towards her. The cold air stung her cheeks, causing the skin to redden slightly, and sent a shiver down her spine. She could hear the distant hoot of an owl, its call echoing through the night.
As she stood there, her heart pounding in her chest, she couldn't help but feel a strange attraction to the place. The hospital held a certain allure, a mystery that she couldn't quite comprehend. It was as if there was an invisible force pulling her towards the entrance, urging her to explore the darkness within.
Her hands trembled as she pushed open the heavy, metal door, which groaned loudly under the weight of years of solitude. She took a deep breath, inhaling the damp, musty smell of the corridor, and hesitantly stepped inside.
Her phone's dim light cast a soft glow on the walls, revealing peeling paint and rusty pipes running along the ceiling. The floor beneath her feet was covered in a layer of dust, disturbed only by the faint footprints left behind by her own steps.
Her eyes scanned the hallway, taking in the cobwebs hanging from the ceiling and the occasional spider crawling across the dirty tile. Written and drawings all along the corridor walls. One in particular attracted her attention, a representation of dark figures incredibly well hung with a written under it that read "Fuck. Just fuck. You're here to fuck, you're here because you want to fuck.'
Giovanna whispered to herself, letting the thought sink in. She felt her pulse quickening, her excitement growing, and decided to follow the path indicated by the crude drawing. The further she went, the more intense the feeling became. A sense of anticipation began to creep over her, sending chills down her spine. She could no longer resist the lure of the unknown, and with each step, she became more determined to uncover what lay ahead.
The hallway twisted and turned, leading her deeper into the bowels of the abandoned hospital. The tension grew palpable as she continued walking, her heart thumping in rhythm with the squeaky wheels of an old wheelchair hidden away in a corner.
"You know, it's just your imagination" she told trying to convince herself.
But something was calling her to venture even deeper into the heart of the abandoned psychiatric hospital. She tried remembering the last time she had felt compelled like this. Perhaps it was a sign of some suppressed desire bubbling up from within.